Chapter Eighteen
“What’s put that stupid grin on your face?”
Rob’s deep voice drew a low groan from Samara and she wiped the pleased, dreamy smile from her lips. Leave it to one of her brothers to ruin a perfectly fine day. Stiffening her shoulders, she turned and faced him.
“Obviously not seeing you,” she retorted.
Rob’s pursed his lips in annoyance, and his eyes flashed with a silent warning. She was beyond being intimidated. Now that she was on her own, she didn’t know why she had waited as long as she did to leave.
She turned her back to him again and carefully selected the last of the ripe tomatoes that she would need to make homemade spaghetti sauce for dinner tonight. Her hope was that if she ignored her brother, he would magically disappear. That hope died when he stepped clos
